it is easy

to erase your existence

by a scratch over your name on paper.


but oh, you are more than just name:

you are blood in my veins

coursing through my body with pain and ill will

telling me you love me

as you bleed me dry.


because you are the curse that I can never remove

and even when I die you’ll be in my bones

on my gravestone and in my soul.




and all that I have of you left

are half a wing and one quarter hope

as feeble as it is (since you’ll never come back)

and it burns in my mind

and in my eyelids at night

when the reality of things catch up to me

and the loss of you overwhelms.